Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Gong,
Fear,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.